Half-past three in the morning, and a snowy -2C outside, but at Newcastle General's Accident and Emergency department the drunks still keep coming. Some are delivered unconscious on stretchers by exasperated ambulance crews; others stumble in, smeared in blood, and make angry demands before being restrained by security.
In front of reception, a row of blue wheelchairs each holds a collapsed drinker waiting to be seen - or to sober up - while, from the corridor, a chorus of snores erupts from the long line of inanimate, intoxicated bodies.
One of these men broke and dislocated his ankle so badly he needed emergency treatment; yet, despite being put in an ambulance and taken to hospital, having his fractured leg X-rayed, put back together and plastered - without any painkillers - the dark-haired 20-something has yet to wake up and realise he's hurt.
The poky waiting room is littered with bloody tissues, sandwich wrappers and cardboard sick bowls. There are so many patients - most 'suffering' from excessive inebriation or gashes and bruises from drink-induced brawls - that some sit on the floor or wander the corridors.
For despite the Arctic conditions, Britain's binge drinkers are out in force tonight, on what is known by Northerners as Black Eye Friday: the last Friday before Christmas, when factories and offices close for the festive break, meaning employees finish early and spend the afternoon drinking, celebrating and, as the name implies, fighting.
The result, as I discovered when I spent the night in Newcastle's main A&E ward observing the busiest time of the year for frontline medical staff in British hospitals, are scenes so grotesque and disturbing that they left me wondering quite what kind of country Britain has become.
2. the underlying causes of cancer and how to treat it without chemo
Cancerous cells are always being created in the body. It’s an ongoing process that has gone on for eons. Consequently, there are parts of your immune system designed to seek out and destroy cancer cells.
Cancer has been around as long as mankind, but only in the second half of the 20th century did the number of cancer cases explode. Contributing to this explosion are the excessive amounts of toxins and pollutants we are exposed to, high stress lifestyles that zap the immune system, poor quality junk food that’s full of pesticides, irradiated and now genetically modified, pathogens, electromagnetic stress, lights, and just about everything that wasn’t here 200 years ago.
All these weaken the immune system, and alter the internal environment in the body to an environment that promotes the growth of cancer.
Cancer is not a mysterious disease that suddenly attacks you out of the blue, something that you can’t do anything about. It has definite causes that you can correct if your body has enough time, and if you take action to change the internal environment to one that creates health, not cancer, while at the same time attacking cancerous cells and tumors by exploiting their weaknesses.
Cancer tumors begin when more cancerous cells are being created than an overworked, depleted immune system can destroy.
Constant exposure to tens of thousands of manmade chemicals from birth onward, chlorinated and fluoridated water, electromagnetic radiation, pesticides and other toxins, leads to the creation of too many free radicals and excessive numbers of cancerous cells.
Alone this would be enough to raise cancer levels, but combined with an immune system weakened by a diet of refined and over processed food, mineral depleted soils, and too much exposure to artificial light at night, the immune system at some point no longer is able to keep cancer in check, and it starts to grow in your body.
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3. Mike James: our Alamo against the Jewish NWO
excerpt:
Each day, I see physically enabled (yet terribly distraught) and proud men over the age of 50 rummage, usually by stealth of darkness, through the garbage skips outside of my estate. They’re looking for stale bread, half-eaten Pizzas, and empty bottles which can be fed into a machine at the local supermarket for a 15-cent returnable deposit. All of these men are German.
One day, I decided to sit with one such man on a park-bench next to a bowling alley that adjoins the field that lies like an ever-green virgin of manicured nature tempting all within her gaze to make the long walk through the wooded and ancient Philosophenweg (Path of Philosophers) that leads to Bad Homburg.
I offered him a cigarette, which he willingly accepted.
“You look terribly thin,” I told him. “May I offer you something to eat – perhaps a Bratwurstbrötchen (hotdog) and some Bratkartoffeln (fried chips) at the Metzgerei, the local butchers.”
The man did not reply, but continued, as if it were the oxygen of his life, to draw down deep upon the cigarette I had given him.
Presently, he replied: “Ach, nein. I have no need for food. I can always find everything I require. I have very keen eyes.”
I remembered that I had 40 euros at home, sufficient enough to buy this old hero tobacco enough to last for at least three days, and I put the offer to him.
“Du bist Engländer, oder?”
“Yes, I’m an Englishman,” I replied. “A Geordie born on the banks of the River Tyne.”
“Wie alt bist du?” he enquired.
“I’m still only 49-years-old, but will turn fifty in just a few months. December 20.”
The old man turned to me and said: “Your German is excellent, young man. Do not offer me handouts, for I am too old and too proud to accept them. I was once a professor at Frankfurt University, and I choose to retain my dignity as such.”
He fell into a long, reflective and strangely sad silence, watching a hapless old lady foul her parting shot by at least three yards. Then, quite suddenly, the old boy raised himself to his feet and gently placed his right hand on my head.
“Speak for me,” he managed to whisper, almost all strength gone from his voice and with tears in his eyes.
Then he grabbed me firmly by the shoulders in a half-embrace and said with the vigour of a man whose voice counts for nothing in the Soviet, Jewish-controlled Federal Republic of Germany: “Speak for all of us!”
And then he was gone.
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